Without thought,
You dispense.
Anger, bitterness,
sadness, loneliness and tears
are spewed,
in a linear direction
towards your target.
Each word, thought,
diminishes their light
They retreat,
looking for a corner
to hide, to disappear.
Your darkness lifted,
you move on, released.
The black cloud is
passed on, to envelop,
to isolate, to deny
and finally to defeat.
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